Wichita eagle., 1887-04-03

| got VIII into the house-it must have looked
ridiculous to see US all pulling and Juggling at
him-and on a cot, and then Helen went to
Mrs. Bartlett's medicine chest which she had
brought along on account of the children, and
got him something that would keep him quiet
and prevent fever. Then there was nothing
else to do but wait until Tracy returned; and,
OH, it seemed agesl
In the meantime something still more start
ling took place. We were ali resting bit
after our eXertions when suddenly in rushed
Tom and Tiny, saying in scared whispers, for
w III was DOING, and we motioned them to be
quiet:
20, that Francisco has come back! He is
coming up from the beach, and he acts awful
queerl He swore at us, he did,"
what! the guideg' said Mrs Bartlett.
Girls, he must be drunk or crazy What
shall we doa o, what shall We do2 Poor VIII
can't protect usl"
"And he mustn't be disturbed, either" said
Helen Graham, decidedly. "Well have to
settle with Francisco ourselves. He does look
crazy or drunk" going to the door and look
ing out at the rolling, wagering figure
coming up the pebbly path.
1t was quite evident that he was drunk
ulllOl llOG 10 UIdhe ulIu
clumsy and helpless, but enough to be ugly
and reckless. His boldness showed that he
knew we were without defender.
Helen Graham stepped outside the door,
one hand hanging down in the folds of her
gown Her face was white, but otherwise
she seemed calm
what do you want, Francisco" she called
out, in steady tones.
He swore like pirate as he answered:
"Now, look here, girl, you needn't put on
any airs! There amt no one but that Grip
pied dandy in there! I've come to have my
just dues. The boss, Loring, wouldn't allow
me any whisky and SO | went of and helped
myself. Now, I've come back to settle up!
You women have got to fork over what
money and valyables you've got!" and with
that the ugly brute drew a step nearer
never knew Helen Grahan's eyes could
flash SO. Stand bacl,l" she cried. She
raised her right hand from tho folds of her
gown, and caught steely CLEAN. 1t was
Wills revolver!
Francisco didn't relish that little shining
weapon being pointed at him, and he cringed
down Ike a whipped cur.
"Eow," continued Helen, "you go and sit
down under that tree!'
och, I'll leave now--I won't trouble you
any more" he mumbled.
do as / tell yOu-sit DOWN. said she.
sharp and stern, and sit down he did; and
then she mounted guard over him, the pistol
still in her hand. We begged her to let him
go.
NO" said she; Il can't trust him out Of
our sight; he's mean enough to do al
a1, n, INV hon MIL
the men come and he can be placed under the
arm of tie law"
SO watch him she did all that long after
noon. II was dreary waiting. Not until the
silver sheen Of the lake grew purple with the
long mountain shadows did help come. Then,
far down the lake, came a CHEEKY ~ o-o-del!"
and two boats swept around the curve.
Tracy. Max, Farmer Giles and trusty guide
were in them And scarcely had all our ex-
cited explanations been given. when, what
do you supposeethat Graham girl tainted
away as white and limp as any ordinary wo-
man, There was a good deal in the expires
sion Of Tracy's face as he caught her in his
arms, and Cara and l felt that our chances
were small-a man mover looks like that un-
less he is holding the woman he wants for his
wifei
Well, to return to the prose part; we some
how got back to civilization again. Poor
Will was placed in the doctors care, and the
poetical but erratic Francisco was handed
over to the tender mercies of the constable.
As for ourselveS-dear mel what with stones,
mud, briors and underbrush, worms, snakes,
and mosquitoes, to say nothing of tpSy
guides and plucky governesscs-we, Cara and
/. as | said before, never want to camp cut
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